05 August 2019
963
R. Linda:
Here's a goodie for you that I just found out about. Do you remember my cousin Sean and the girlfriend he was set to marry? Well, I found out from Mam's friend Ben that the folks down at the general store were sorry to see lazy Sean get deported back to Ireland. They decided to throw the lad a going-away party, and this was accomplished at a place called the sand pit. Never having been to the sand pits of which there seem to be many, I can only surmise it be a place where there are huge dunes of sand where the local populace go four-wheeling and dirt biking, etc. Anyway, this place was where the party was to be held. Now, I, being not a fan of Sean's nor active in his sphere of crazy friends, was not invited, nor did I know about this, not that I would have cared.
The party was held on a Saturday night, starting with campers arriving at the site (because it would be an all-nighter), where grills were put out, kegs lined up, and four-wheelers in motion up and down the dunes. Yup, typical swamp yankee get-together, yee-ha!
These crazies had two calls into the rescue squad for drunken idiots that flipped their 'dune buggies' or whatever other stupid things they were doing while under the influence. Five of them were hauled off for operating vehicles under the influence, but there was still a horde left. These were all warned, but who knows if they listened (I be sure they didn't, and the 'fun' continued unabated).
All had a gay old time of it, rebel-rousing and celebrating Sean, who I am pretty sure was enjoying all of this adulation no end. I also know he was right in there on a dirt bike jumping barriers and risking his neck, but this is Sean, and we know he isn't the brightest bulb in the box of misfits.
Somehow, he made it through the night unscathed, but his girlfriend . . . well, that be another story. She had been drinking herself silly way before the party started, drowning her sorrows at Sean's leave-taking, she said. So she was banging around (uh huh) the whole evening from one caravan to the other while Sean was out jumping hurdles on a fast bike.
I was told she passed out a few times but came to life in rip-roaring fashion several times and was very animated and really enjoying herself. But the tears would come every so often when the subject of Sean's deportation came up. This would further her to imbibe more and by the wee hours, she needed to crawl into bed and sleep it off. And this she did . . . sort of!
She took her tattooed self into a camper she thought was hers and stripped down to sleep au naturale in the arms of her Irish lover. Only it wasn't Sean she snuggled with. It was a friend of theirs, and his wife already snuggled in their bed for the night now with an uninvited third party!
Well, you'd think this might have sobered her up (it did the couple), but no, she grabbed her clothes (at least she had the presence of mind to do that) and went stumbling out in her natural state to the next camper of which she was sure was hers, but no. This time, she got into bed with the couple's wife's father, who happened to be our Ben! He be a widower, and well, this was new and different. Not once in his life had a woman crawled into his bed that he had no relationship with. And there she was, snuggled up against him, snoring away while he stared at the ceiling . . . amused.
Thinking about his new situation, he decided this wasn't a good thing. So he woke her back up and told her she was in the wrong camper. Oh my, twice in one night!
"Was it as good for you as for me?" He quipped, the bugger.
Off she went this time forgetting her clothes, such was her hurry to get away and out she went into the party-filled night. Usually, those words are followed by, never to be seen again, but no.
After parading her tattoos, she was directed by some person to her own camper where she slept it off on the floor . . . with the dog. The dog, a rangy old mutt she cuddled up with like it was a teddy bear. Poor thing wiggled its way out of her clutches and out the open door to freedom. I am sure the fresh air of the motorised buggies and bikes (ah, the smell of exhaust fumes), freeing itself from the stench of beer breath naked woman.
Of course, I heard all this from Ben, who happens to like Sean and felt like he should go (Mam didn't, and a good thing, don't ya think?). He was amused and still is. Said THAT had never happened to him in his life, that a strange woman would curl up in his bed, nor would it ever again. Ah, life, it is filled with mishaps and strange naked women, Ben says, still amused.
Gabe
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963
R. Linda:
Here's a goodie for you that I just found out about. Do you remember my cousin Sean and the girlfriend he was set to marry? Well, I found out from Mam's friend Ben that the folks down at the general store were sorry to see lazy Sean get deported back to Ireland. They decided to throw the lad a going-away party, and this was accomplished at a place called the sand pit. Never having been to the sand pits of which there seem to be many, I can only surmise it be a place where there are huge dunes of sand where the local populace go four-wheeling and dirt biking, etc. Anyway, this place was where the party was to be held. Now, I, being not a fan of Sean's nor active in his sphere of crazy friends, was not invited, nor did I know about this, not that I would have cared.
The party was held on a Saturday night, starting with campers arriving at the site (because it would be an all-nighter), where grills were put out, kegs lined up, and four-wheelers in motion up and down the dunes. Yup, typical swamp yankee get-together, yee-ha!
These crazies had two calls into the rescue squad for drunken idiots that flipped their 'dune buggies' or whatever other stupid things they were doing while under the influence. Five of them were hauled off for operating vehicles under the influence, but there was still a horde left. These were all warned, but who knows if they listened (I be sure they didn't, and the 'fun' continued unabated).
All had a gay old time of it, rebel-rousing and celebrating Sean, who I am pretty sure was enjoying all of this adulation no end. I also know he was right in there on a dirt bike jumping barriers and risking his neck, but this is Sean, and we know he isn't the brightest bulb in the box of misfits.
Somehow, he made it through the night unscathed, but his girlfriend . . . well, that be another story. She had been drinking herself silly way before the party started, drowning her sorrows at Sean's leave-taking, she said. So she was banging around (uh huh) the whole evening from one caravan to the other while Sean was out jumping hurdles on a fast bike.
I was told she passed out a few times but came to life in rip-roaring fashion several times and was very animated and really enjoying herself. But the tears would come every so often when the subject of Sean's deportation came up. This would further her to imbibe more and by the wee hours, she needed to crawl into bed and sleep it off. And this she did . . . sort of!
She took her tattooed self into a camper she thought was hers and stripped down to sleep au naturale in the arms of her Irish lover. Only it wasn't Sean she snuggled with. It was a friend of theirs, and his wife already snuggled in their bed for the night now with an uninvited third party!
Well, you'd think this might have sobered her up (it did the couple), but no, she grabbed her clothes (at least she had the presence of mind to do that) and went stumbling out in her natural state to the next camper of which she was sure was hers, but no. This time, she got into bed with the couple's wife's father, who happened to be our Ben! He be a widower, and well, this was new and different. Not once in his life had a woman crawled into his bed that he had no relationship with. And there she was, snuggled up against him, snoring away while he stared at the ceiling . . . amused.
Thinking about his new situation, he decided this wasn't a good thing. So he woke her back up and told her she was in the wrong camper. Oh my, twice in one night!
"Was it as good for you as for me?" He quipped, the bugger.
Off she went this time forgetting her clothes, such was her hurry to get away and out she went into the party-filled night. Usually, those words are followed by, never to be seen again, but no.
After parading her tattoos, she was directed by some person to her own camper where she slept it off on the floor . . . with the dog. The dog, a rangy old mutt she cuddled up with like it was a teddy bear. Poor thing wiggled its way out of her clutches and out the open door to freedom. I am sure the fresh air of the motorised buggies and bikes (ah, the smell of exhaust fumes), freeing itself from the stench of beer breath naked woman.
Of course, I heard all this from Ben, who happens to like Sean and felt like he should go (Mam didn't, and a good thing, don't ya think?). He was amused and still is. Said THAT had never happened to him in his life, that a strange woman would curl up in his bed, nor would it ever again. Ah, life, it is filled with mishaps and strange naked women, Ben says, still amused.
Gabe
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